Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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So, a bit of background to this.

I wrote this while I was on deployment. I was running out of fappable material, and I needed a fix, so, I thought, "Fuck it. I'mma write a story."

Contains mostly just M/F stuff, involves girls getting changed into monster girls. Really rather tame, although if I do decide to continue it, it's probably gonna get into full-on orgy/harem shit.

The Seal of Marduk

“Huh.”

It was a hot day in the middle of a rather famous Indian burial site, used more now as a training site for students of Archaeology for the nearby university than for any serious inquiry anymore, and the person in question who just said “Huh.”, is a sophomore, named Glenn Tremain. Glenn considered particularly average human specimen, standing at about 5’9 tall, with sandy brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin, bookish expression, and not particularly fit build. The object that so piqued his curiosity was a seeming clay disk, embedded in the ground nearby.

He wrapped his fingers around it, prying it from the earth, and turned it over, revealing a rather ugly face with a sunken-in, eyeless stare and what looked like a faint smile on its face. On certain parts of the face were marked strange sigils, in a language that Glenn, at the very least, didn’t have any knowledge of, although it seemed similar to hieroglyphics. The effect was a rather creepy face, really, though the student had learned to tame his instinct towards fear in favor of logic. He stared at it for a short while, musing to himself. “…. Interesting, doesn’t appear to be part of the native culture. Maybe it was brought from a different one nearby….?” His voice reflected his inner thoughts perfectly, more driven by curiosity, as a plan began to drive itself forward in his mind. “This could make a good final project, I’ll just look up what it is, cross-reference it with texts, and go from there.” Sneaking a quick peek around for the moment, he placed the disk inside of his pack, and picked up the satchel, wrapping the strap around his shoulder. Standing up, he started heading back to the bus that took them there, the professor yelling, “Alright, that’s all for today! Get back on the bus, we’re going back.”

Unbeknownst to Glenn, however, the disk inside of his pack glowed a sinister, greenish light, one that was not visible through the pack. But that didn’t matter. The effects of the disk would happen regardless.
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I was 16 years old at the time and I used to have to baby sit for my 2 cousins both
boys, one was 10 and the other 8 years old. i was quite well developed by 16 and I had nice firm boobs and pubic hair down below.
I had baby sat for them for some months while my parents and my aunt and uncle went out bowling.

Part of my job was to bath them and put them to bed.
One particular night while bathing them the oldest got an erection. it was a real boner and it was still stiff when they got out of the bath to dry off. Colin couldnt take my eyes of it and the youngest one was laughing at me.
they said that it wasnt fair that i saw them naked every week while they had a bath and that i should take off my clothes for them.

It was only 9pm and i knew we would be all alone for the next 3 or 4 hours so i agreed and i stripped off for them in the bathroom.
i was very turned on and excited as the boys hugged me and rubbed their hands over my body.

I started to rub my hands on them and it was a great feeling.
the oldest one said that he had something to show me but that i must keep it a secret.
they both led me to their parents room and he went into his mom and dads wardrobe, he pulled out a box and after he removed some clothes out of the top of it he took out some magazines.

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This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:

http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600103154

I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Chapter 1
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In Loving Memory.

Of my late husband Brian, who died in February 2011.
I will love you always, with my mind, heart, body and soul.
I miss you, but I know you watch over me and will be waiting for me in the next world.

As I promised to you before you died I have found a way to share our story.
I would like to thank Locust74 who I met on a chat website for pointing me in the direction of this site.
I never knew what straight shota meant, but it seems that it’s a kind of a code for boys (shota) and straight meaning older women. I hope my interpretation is correct. Forgive me if its not.

Also as promised to Brian I will post some pictures to go along with our story. But as agreed only one of the pictures will really be of be. The others I have gleaned from the web.

The pink rose meant a lot to Brian and I, as he once described my pussy lips as being like the soft petals of a pink rose.

Finally to all who read our story, thank you. I hope you enjoy it and take from it what you will, but please also take a few moments for my sorrow at losing the love of my life.
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First post on elit and I'm all nervous and shit. I wrote this last year, looked over it today, and wondered what strangers would think of it. If you read it, I'd like to read your opinion.


Every summer, I drive around the West Coast scoping parties. It’s pretty easy! A lot of neighborhoods are open to everyone, so you can just wander around til you see a cluster of cars. Obviously, it helps to look somewhat average. I stay in shape, you know, pushups, crunches some running; a little tone goes a long way. Despite one or two imperfections, my height, physique, skin color, and, most importantly, my disposition, convince everybody I belong. All I have to do is look and act like some tool who rides the gnarly waves and bam! Red plastic cup in hand, incessant babel, radio music, and strangers galore, easy!

You know me man; you know my tastes! Sometimes I get lucky, there’ll be somebody’s younger friend, cousin, daughter, sister. It’s California, bunch of people there are loose about that kind of thing. Hell, maybe I’ll be in the mood for a girl over the age limit! Don’t laugh, it happens sometimes. But that’s no fun, bro, you know most of that shit’s worthless. Nah man, “the younger the better” fucker. Let me tell you bout this fucking score from a few weeks ago.

So, I’m just cruising in that wicked red convertible my dad scraped together a while ago. The windows don’t really work anymore and the seats are ripped to shit, but it still looks bourgeois as fuck. The last few days, I could barely find anything worth going to. I was thinkin bout this seventeen year-old at an abandoned hospital rave, fine and all, but that’s it. Fuckin who gives a shit! Old cunts like that are dime a dozen, I didn’t even bother messing with her. So I’m brooding about my pathetic streak when this fat purple minivan swerves into my lane. Its side mirror almost breaks my skull before I duck my ride into an empty turn right lane. its early Sunday afternoon, nobody’s even really on the road, I didn’t expect this dumb motherfucker to rush me out of nowhere.

Not that it even mattered so much. I wasn’t going anywhere in particular and the douchebag forced me into a nice looking residential area by the beach. Besides this faggot, and I mean visibly a fag walking his oversized poodle, the whole place was dead. That’s how most neighborhoods look now, if ya didn’t know. If you see more than three people outside at once, they’re probably doing construction, swear to fucking God. Dude, and consider the fact that like seven billion people live on this planet now! The fuck hombre, where the bitches be at? Anyway, when I’m right about to turn back (my left hand was on the cusp, the fucking cusp, of swiveling the steering wheel) I see this green balloon floating in the distance. Normally, that ain’t no great sign. If you’re experienced, you know balloon’s means kid’s part Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Its a little rough around the edges and its a bit slow but I hope you guys like it.
Chapter 1

The bell for ninth period rang and I was ready for gym. After a boring Bio class anything seems like fun. While walking into the gym my best friend Tori walks up to me.
“You gonna talk to him today?” She said in her somewhat obnoxious tone. This was probably the hundredth time she asked me. It was just starting to get really annoying.
“I don’t know, I’m not really feeling up to it, and keep your voice down!” Tori was the only person who I told that I like boys.
“Dude, nobody is going to hear us, Oh crap look he’s coming. Seeya, I have to go to the locker room.” Tori said as she pushed me right into him. He is a little shorter than me with very short light brown hair and was stocky. He was not one of those anorexic boys but not chubby. His best feature was his over proportional butt.
“I’m sorry Scott,” I managed to sputter out. Crap! I used his name, I must sound like a stalker. How I managed words after I made contact with him amazes me.
“It’s fine Max,” he said looking at me with his puppy dog brown eyes. How does he know my name? For a moment I had butterflies in my stomach. Our eyes met for a second, it felt like forever. Finally I broke the gaze and walked into the locker room. I have yet to see him in his underwear =3. I have never seen him in the locker room.
I took my pants off and put on my gym shorts. I started to walk out the door when I see feet under one of the stalls in the connecting bathroom. The stall door opened and Scott walked out in his gym shorts holding his jeans. The fact that he changes in the stall makes him even cuter to me.
My gym activity was adventure, which is climbing the rockwall and other equipment outside. I am the only one of my friends to be doing it. Since most of my friends were girls they were apprehensive of rock climbing. They all picked dancing as their activity. I waited outside for the rest of my group so we could start climbing. To my surprise, Scott walked out and stood next to me. My heart was beating for him more than the fear of climbing.
I really did not know anyone in this adventure group. Looking around, the only person I know is Scott. Luckily he is quiet and he has a few close friends. Clearly he knew no one either. Perfect.
The teacher arrived with a bucket of harnesses and asked us to partner up. I picked up a harness and attempted to put it on. Confused, I gave up. I looked up and saw Scott already had his on.
“Do you need any help putting that on?” He asked me.
“Ya, I’m getting nowhere with this.” I said as I pulled the harness to my waist.
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Hi, this is my first time writing an erotic story, and I'm not usually any good when it comes to writing, so I'm very open to any criticism and hope you'll tell me if it's bad. If people seem to like it, then I'll try to write some more, I've already thought about what's going to happen next, but if no one seems to like it, then I probably won't bother. I also apologize for my incorrect grammar, English is not my first language. If anyone has any tips to writing better grammar or just generally writing better, I greatly appreciate it.

I hope you all like it!

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Masturbation wasn’t really new to me at this point; I’d been masturbating since I was maybe as young as eight, but this time it was certainly different. The last time I felt any difference during my climax must’ve been when I was ten, or maybe eleven. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was the first time I came and it quite surprised me. But this was something entirely different, and I had no idea how to explain it.

The time was around six in the evening and I had some time to myself before dinner. My homework was all done and considering I hadn’t touched myself in a few days, I might as well go ahead. I quickly found out that it would be hard to masturbate when I was younger; my dad had already installed a filter on our internet that removed all access to porn when I first connected. He thought that it would protect us from “disturbing stuff” as he so kindly told us when we we’re younger, but that he would get rid of it once we’re 18. Unfortunately for me, that was almost 4 years away; fortunately for me, there were holes. While it did block all videos and images, it never bothered with stories. So I loaded up the usual story and kept going from where I last stopped whilst slowly unbuttoning my pants. I felt the buildup and closed my eyes just after some minutes of touching it; it was at that point it started. While jerking off I suddenly felt this amazing feeling, similar to how it usually feels, just much stronger, and clearer. Sort of like climaxing, but at the same time I knew I was far from that point and it didn’t feel like I was going to cum any time soon.

The strange part about it was that it didn’t feel like it came from my hand stroking it. I tried resting my hand and the feeling retained, it felt so great I thought I might cum without touching it. But alas, it only took half a minute before it disappeared, so I desperately gripped my cock and hoped I could get it back by stroking it. It didn’t take long before the feeling was back and I wasn’t going to risk losing it again. I continued to jerk it, grabbed a couple of tissues and as I came closer to finish, the feeling grew until I climaxed and cum spurted all over the tissues. I can’t imagine what my face must’ve looked like at that moment, because it was the greatest fe Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

My Two mommies.
(Tags: Fb, FFb, incest, lesbian, lactation)

Chapter 1, The family bed.

I awoke as the early morning sun shined a small warm ray upon my face from the gap in the blinds. I looked to my left and saw my mother. My beautiful wonderful mother. Her long
hair, straight and black like mine, made a beautiful mess upon her pillow top. Her skin tanned from long days working on our california farm. Her big beautiful naked breasts
with the long dark nipples resting agianst my face, right where I left them the night before. I turned to my right and saw my other mother. Yes my other mother. Although she
wasn't technically my mother, just my mother's lover, I still loved her as such. From the time I was a baby she had been there, to hold me, kiss me, and love me. When I yelled
"mommy" I knew both would come running if they where in earshot. I never cared which one came as I loved them both equally. She was just as beautiful as my other mommy, but in a
different way. Her hair was red, curly not straight,and cut shorter, ending at her neck. Her skin was covered in tiny little spots, unlike me and my biological mother with our
even toned skin. I loved those little spots. Sometimes I'd give them names, or imagine what shapes they'd make if I connected them. She was also the smaller of my two mommies.
Not that my other mommy was fat mind you, just a little taller, and with bigger breasts hips and bum. Not that her smaller breasts wheren't just as beautiful to me. With those
tiny red nipples, and all the cute little spots I loved so much, they where just as lovely looking as my other mommy's bigger breasts. I laid there, between my two mommies,
their arms wrapped around me, their nude breasts resting agianst my face, feeling, warm, loved, and safe. I took a deep breathe through my nose, sniffing their beautiful scent
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Just a little something I wrote over the past two nights. I'll continue it if people like it. Let me know what you think of my writing.

Sin for Daddie

It had been over 2 months since that night, 2 long months of preparation and waiting. But tonight was perfect, more perfect then she had hoped for. Sindys mother was going out of town for a week or so, it was a Friday, and daddy was currently asleep after a long day at work.

2 months since she saw what no good little 14 year old should see.

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Sindy was not obsessed with sex. But like most teenagers needed a bit of a fix once in a while. It was one of those times when she cracked open her laptop, loaded up her favourite website, typed in the long ago figured out parental control password and began flicking between different webcams to watch.

There was just something so much erotic about watching someone masturbate live instead of a recording of people fucking. She normally would browse the rooms before choosing one and settling into to it. But for some reason the majority of the rooms were nearly empty, with just one guys room taking up all the traffic.

Squinting at the small thumbnail she saw something familiar, yet not fully recognisable. Clicking on it she was greeted by a reasonably well toned guy laying back in an office chair, naked, with one fist pumping up and down his cock. His huge, fat, monstrous cock. His obviously large hand barley even wrapping around it as it stroked his thick, slick length.
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